Brilliant doctor. Miserable human being. Pretty much sums up Nancy's dad -- Dr. Carnahan.
I can't tell you how satisfying it was to see him taken down a couple pegs by my girlfriend and my partner... even though he'd never acknowledge that Nancy had anything to do with it. I now totally get why Nancy is such a mess.
I guess if I'd grown up with him as a father, my spirit would have been broken a long time ago too. I kinda feel sorry for Nancy. She'll go toe-to-toe with a street bum or read a junkie the riot act, but when it comes to her dad, she just shuts up and takes it. It's kinda sad. No, it's very sad.
But, I have to say, I'm proud as hell of my girlfriend. Diana fights back. Give her time to process and collect herself and she turns into a little spitfire. She's the kind of handful that's a perfect combination of brains, beauty, passion, control and grit.
I'm telling you, Dr. Carnahan isn't gonna know what hit him. And he deserves it! He's got all this power and chooses to wield it in the most ridiculous ways -- like obsessing over the minutia of our run reports. Why doesn't he redirect all that energy towards saving patients rather than making everyone around him cower in fear or just plain hate his guts? It makes me wonder if he doesn't get off on it -- the power trip, I mean.
I don't know why I'm wasting my time and energy on this guy. It must be the protective boyfriend in me. I really wanted to punch him when he went off on Diana -- wipe the floor with that smug little face of his. Thank God for self-restraint. Some days it can really save your ass.
Pace a voi, everyone.
P.S. Today's blog is dedicated...
In loving memory of Ira Finkle
Station Four's most beloved Frequent Flyer
Station Four's most beloved Frequent Flyer
